Seven Days of Desire

May 1st, 2016. The calendar flipped, marking the beginning of a peculiar week. For Pat and me, it was Blowjob Day, a day dedicated to the physical pleasure we both craved, yet one that would be drastically altered. We’d established “The Week,” a seven-day experiment where we’d abstain from sexual intercourse, a concept both thrilling and slightly terrifying. Pat, ever the innovator, had designed a schedule of sensual activities, a playful challenge to our intimacy. Lately, I’d been working from home, a welcome change from the soul-crushing commute to our previous office building. It was Sunday, and Pat, burdened by an important work meeting, was already gone.

“Morning,” I greeted him as he descended the stairs, a sleepy slump to his shoulders. “You’re early for a woman who’s working at home.” His expression was a curious blend of amusement and uncertainty. “I don’t know whether I should take that as a compliment, or…” He shushed me with a quick flick of his index finger, a silent reminder of the restrictions placed upon us during this unusual week. “When’re you coming home?” I inquired, laying out a plate of deviled eggs on the table, remnants of a past meal. “Are you looking forward to tonight?” He smirked, a naughty glint in his eyes. “Are you?” I challenged, pouring myself a generous glass of orange juice and gulping down half the contents. “Maybe.” He glanced at the wall clock. “I’ll be home at about eight. Make sure to prepare everything, okay?” “Oh, I will, alright,” I replied, a shiver of anticipation running through me. The anticipation was palpable, the forbidden nature of our activities heightening every sensation.

By half past nine, Pat was sprawled on the bed, utterly naked, his body glistening with a sheen of sweat. I, on the other hand, was clad in one of his favorite silky lingerie sets, a deliberate attempt to tease and entice. “Ready?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. “You know I am, baby! Bring it!” With a playful shove, I began by gently licking the sensitive head of his swollen cock, my tongue tracing its contours before delving deeper, exploring the intricate folds and curves. Then, as I continued my exploration, my hands moved downwards, caressing his firm, muscular balls. “Oh, yes, that’s my wife!” I purred, my voice laced with pleasure. I intensified my ministrations, bringing my tongue closer to the base of his penis, kissing the sensitive area with playful abandon. “Yes, baby! Right there!” He groaned softly, his body tensing with anticipation. His cock was now rock hard, pulsating with heat, a clear indication of his mounting excitement. The saliva from my kisses further stimulated his arousal, creating a symphony of sensations that both thrilled and overwhelmed me.

“Nathaly! I’m cumming!” he shouted, a wave of pleasure washing over him. I ended the session with a playful nip on the tip of his erect member before he finally succumbed to the release, his body convulsing with involuntary spasms. We both collapsed onto the bed, breathless and spent, the remnants of our shared pleasure clinging to the air. It was a potent mix of lust, desire, and forbidden excitement. The thrill of the chase, the anticipation of the unknown, and the sheer pleasure of our shared experience made this "The Week" all the more captivating.

May 2nd, 2016. The second day of the month. Fingering Day. The memory of yesterday’s intense session lingered, both intoxicating and slightly guilt-ridden. I found myself contemplating the act of masturbation, a forbidden pleasure during this week of restraint. A wave of frustration washed over me as I realized that even this simple act was off-limits. “I’ll be home at six,” Pat uncrooked his tie before leaving for work, his voice carrying a hint of playful challenge. “You better be prepared for tonight, baby.” “I’m always prepared if it’s for you… baby,” I replied, my voice a husky whisper. As he disappeared out the door, I found myself restless and eager, anticipating the evening’s activities. The house felt strangely empty, devoid of the usual warmth and intimacy we shared.

I spent the afternoon lost in mundane chores, attempting to distract myself from the simmering desire within me. The thought of Pat, waiting for me at home, fueled my anticipation. It wasn't a conscious decision, but rather a natural consequence of the powerful connection we shared. The boredom of the day only served to amplify the excitement building within me. I knew what awaited me that evening, and the thought alone sent shivers down my spine.

By six o'clock, Pat was back, his presence instantly filling the room with a sense of familiarity and comfort. As he lay naked on the bed, his body radiating heat, I felt a surge of pleasure and anticipation. He had been busy at work, but he made sure to take the time to appreciate me. He placed his hand on my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Ready?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “You know I am, baby! Bring it!” With a playful shove, I initiated the act, my hands exploring every inch of his body. His arousal was palpable, his body trembling with anticipation. He responded with equal passion, his fingers gliding across my skin, teasing and tantalizing me. As he continued, I felt myself growing more and more intense, my pleasure reaching its peak. The forbidden nature of our activities only intensified the sensations, making every touch, every caress, an exquisite torment.

We continued our exploration, pushing our boundaries further and further, reveling in the forbidden pleasure we were experiencing. The rhythmic movements, the shared moans, and the palpable heat created an atmosphere of intense passion and desire. It was a dance of pleasure, a symphony of sensations that left us both breathless and ecstatic. As we reached the pinnacle of our pleasure, our bodies intertwined, our breaths mingling in the air. We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but completely satisfied, the remnants of our shared experience clinging to us like a sweet, intoxicating perfume. The feeling of unity, of shared pleasure, was more profound than any act of intercourse could ever achieve.

Throughout the rest of the week, we continued to explore our sensuality, engaging in a variety of activities that were both playful and provocative. We experimented with different forms of stimulation, pushing the boundaries of our desires and discovering new levels of pleasure. Each day brought a new wave of excitement, a fresh challenge to our inhibitions. The restrictions imposed by "The Week" only served to heighten our senses, making every touch, every caress, an unforgettable experience. By the end of the week, we had successfully navigated the seven days of abstinence, emerging stronger and more connected than ever before. The experience had stripped away any pretense, leaving us with a raw, unadulterated desire for one another. As we lay together on the bed, exhausted and satisfied, we knew that this was just the beginning of our journey into the depths of our shared passion. The memory of "The Week" would forever be etched in our minds, a testament to the power of desire and the joy of forbidden pleasure.

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